The wood floors are my favorite; they are so deep chocolate that they are nearly Wonkaesque, but, and trust me on this, they do not taste like candy. I cannot stress that part enough.
When we are home we will often leave our bedroom door open to the patio outside, which tends to cover the wood floors with fallen leaves and sudden gusts of nature (below). I must admit, I’m a little lazy on scooping up every twig that stumbles through, and after all, what are leaves to a wood floor if not memories and bits of closure — who am I to deny such things?
The tile makes the rest of the house feel light and clean (even when said rest of house is not clean — it happens). They retain a coolness to the touch that makes each barefoot step down the hall as refreshing as the last. We are barefoot a lot.
We have pets, and the type of flooring that we have lends itself perfectly to their extended indoor stays. There isn’t any carpet to fill with dirt, dander, and the occasional flea, not to mention the things that never come out like cat pee and the other stains that hide in hairballs — a simple sweep and the floors are clean.
However, we have two little boys, and while the hard surfaces make for great runways, racetracks, basketball courts, skateparks, and whatever else they are doing that I’d rather not know about, it does not allow for cushion, and if there is one thing that ripped jeans and skinned knees have taught me it is that a level of softness lays like a layer of safety.
And so it is that we have decided to invest in an area rug. Here we come, Home Depot!
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